Zhong Liuchuan was silent. Should he leave or stay?
After a while, he responded, "Well, I'll stay."
In fact, for him, it did not make much difference whether he stayed or left. Since they could find this place, he could leave and go somewhere else. As long as they wanted to find him, they could find him. It was just a matter of time. He could not live there for a while and then go to another place for a while like a migratory bird. He could, but his sister could not. She could not follow him everywhere. She was like a rootless duckweed. If they stayed, they would have someone to rely on, a very strong person. That person was the young man in front of him. Whether it was medical skills or other things, they were all top-notch.
"It's good that you stay," Wang Yao said.
While they were talking, Wang Mingbao was smoking in the yard. Squeak! Squeak! Two swallows were hovering above his head. He did not know when the pair of swallows had settled down under the eaves of Wang Yao's clinic.
"Sir, do you use kung fu or superpowers?" This question had been jumping in his mind for the past few days. He was very eager to know.
"Is there any difference?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes, of course, there is," Zhong Liuchuan said. "Kung fu can be learned. It can be obtained through postnatal efforts, but superpowers are different. They are innate talents. They can't be obtained through learning."
"You said superpowers, and those two people also said the same thing," Wang Yao said. "Is there really superpowers in the world?"
"Yes, sir," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I have seen them before."
Oh?
This time, it was Wang Yao's turn to be surprised.
"What kind of superpowers are like in the movies?"
"It's not that exaggerated," Zhong Liuchuan said. "I have only seen one. He has a strong resistance to fire. He can survive in the fire with almost no damage on his body, but he is also afraid of knives and guns. He can get sick and needs to eat. "
"Then, he can be a firefighter," Wang Yao said with a smile. Although his expression was very calm, his heart was very shocked.
It turned out that in reality, some things were real. It was just that ordinary people could not come into contact with them.
"I use kung fu," Wang Yao said.
"Can Kung Fu really be practiced to the same level as you?" It was not that he had never seen a kung fu master who could kill with one move, one against ten, or even one against a hundred. These were all within the acceptable range. However, Wang Yao's move seemed to be beyond the scope of kung fu. It could even be said that it was a bit unreal.
Disregarding everything else, the man on the other side had simply pressed down on the air and punched through the air. That man had lost the ability to resist and lost his life. There was no physical contact at all. Wasn't that incredible?
"It should be fine, right?" Wang Yao said after thinking for a moment.
His Kung Fu was mostly due to the Natural Classics that he had practiced. It could be said that he had improved his Kung Fu first, and then his Kung Fu skills. To put it in layman's terms, it was as if the starting point of cultivation was Xianxia and Wuxia.
"Can you teach me?" Zhong Liuchuan asked.
"Teach you martial arts?"
"Yes, I was too presumptuous."
"Nothing. Uh, I can try," Wang Yao said after thinking for a while.
"Really?"
"Really."
Of course, the Natural Classics could not be taught to outsiders. That was the rule of the system. However, he had touched the bottom line. For example, he could teach Su Xiaoxue a few words.
"Master!"
"Hey, don't. I can teach you, but don't call me that," Wang Yao hurriedly refused.
"How can that be?"
"Why not? I have the final say in this matter."
After chatting for a while, Zhong Liuchuan said goodbye and left.
"What's wrong? Have you accepted another disciple?" Wang Mingbao asked with a smile. He did not mean to, but he heard some of the words.
Wang Yao did not speak. He just smiled and waved his hand.
"Hey, what level have you reached in your Kung Fu?" He was also very curious about that.
"How should I put it?" Wang Yao did not know how to say it. What was his current level? He did not know what the standards of Kung Fu were.
"Shall we go out for a walk?"
"Okay."
The two of them went to the small courtyard.
The wind blew.
Wang Yao waved his hand. Then, the wind blew, making the bamboo, grass, and leaves in the courtyard rustle.
Stop.
He stood with one hand, and the wind stopped.
"Damn, is this Kung Fu? Is this magic?" Wang Mingbao was surprised. He knew that his brother had a lot of skills, but he did not expect that his skills had reached such a level.
"Can you teach me?"
"You?" Wang Yao looked at his brother with a smile.
"Why? I'm talented. You know that."
"Ha-ha, your talent in doing business is indeed good," Wang Yao said with a smile. "But, you are addicted to cigarettes and alcohol. You are busy doing business. You can't settle down to learn these things. More importantly, you have no foundation. If you start from scratch, at your current age, it will be difficult for you to achieve anything. So, I think you should give up."
He felt that Wang Mingbao was not suitable to learn Kung Fu or practice. He was different from Su Xiaoxue. Su Xiaoxue was a very quiet person. She had experienced life and death, so she could see through some things. The main thing was that she had extraordinary talent. He was also different from Zhong Liuchuan. Zhong Liuchuan practiced Kung Fu freely and had a solid foundation. He could endure loneliness and hardships. He was also willing to stay there. He had plenty of time. Rather than give up halfway, it was better not to learn.
"Tsk, is there a quick way to learn this thing?"
"Quick way?"
"Enlightenment, immortal entering a dream," Wang Yao said.
"You have watched too many movies," Wang Yao said.
"Hey, if that's not it, where did you get your skills from?"
"Me? This is a reward from God," Wang Yao said. "Besides, I used to practice day and night on Nanshan Hill. I also had an opportunity on the Great Wall. I comprehended some mysteries on the Temple of Heaven. This is my opportunity." Wang Yao smiled. It was the first time he had mentioned these things in front of others. Not to mention other things, Wang Mingbao might not be able to calm down and read the scriptures he had read.
"Ah, so mysterious?" Wang Yao asked.
"Of course," Wang Yao said.
"Then, I'd better not learn." Wang Mingbao took out a cigarette box from his pocket.
"Smoke less of this," Wang Yao said.
"Well, OK!" He put it back.
"Where is Ms. Han?"
Wang Yao asked. "She is at home," Wang Yao said.
"So fast!"
"Of course," Wang Yao said.
…
A few days ago, in Tongdu, thousands of miles away on Dragon Tiger Mountain, several Taoist priests surrounded a bed in a wooden house. A patient was lying on the bed. He was wearing a Taoist robe. There was a charm on his chest outside the robe. His face was strangely blue and black. He was in a coma.
"What a powerful ghost," an old Taoist priest said.
"Master, what about Junior?"
"Well, it can only keep him alive," the old Taoist priest said. "Whether he can survive or not depends on his luck."
"Where are the other two people?"
"They are still outside," the old Taoist priest said.
At this time, Miao Sanding and Liu Sifang were waiting in the guest room.
"Senior, isn't Dragon Tiger Mountain a professional? How did this happen?"
"People make mistakes, just as horses stumble," Miao Sanding said. "Even professionals can't guarantee a 100% success rate. It's just like Feng Shui. Didn't we also make mistakes and cause such a disaster? It's all my fault." Until now, he had been deeply blaming himself.
"What does this have to do with you?"
Miao Sanding asked. "If it weren't for me, the ancient tomb wouldn't have been dug out, and people wouldn't have died. There wouldn't have been a series of problems. It's getting worse and worse. Even the Taoist priests of Dragon Tiger Mountain were implicated. One is seriously injured, and the other is still on the mountain.
"You can't say that," Liu Sifang said.
"It's not implicating." A few Taoist priests came into the room. The leader was an old Taoist priest who looked to be in his 60s. His eyes were bright, as if they were hidden in the scabbard.
"Zhenren."
"Ah, no, no, no!" The old Taoist priest hurriedly waved his hand.
"Since the reign of Emperor Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty, only a few people have been worthy of this title," the old Taoist priest said. "But, they have all passed away. Your master and I are old friends. You can call him uncle."
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